Kids these days, I tell ya!

I'm a copy editor at the Sheaf, the U of S student newspaper. What this means is that I go into the Sheaf office for three or four hours every Tuesday and mark up their paper with a red pen. I don't get paid, but getting to hang out with people who aren't in Computer Science, even for a few hours, is reward enough.

This last Tuesday I was wearing an Elephant 6 t-shirt, which was my silent protest against the Arcade Fire and their rip-off ways. The editor-in-chief saw my shirt and informed me that Neutral Milk Hotel frontman Jeff "Magnum" is allegedly writing material for a new release. I didn't have the heart to tell the kid that the guy's name is actually "Jeff Mangum".

Anyway, one of the editors got it out of me that this blog exists, so if you're reading this, Sheaf staff, let me say, "Welcome." Let me also say, "I pressed my genitals against one of the computer monitors in the office."

What's weird is that I'm great at finding mistakes in newspaper articles, but I suck at finding those same typos in my programming code. I guess it's not that weird; I'm an expert at the English language but merely a beginner at [insert any programming language here]. I think it's more annoying than weird. Also annoying? Not having anything to write about. Not a thing. Did you read my last few posts here? If you haven't, go ahead and do that now; I'll wait.

Oh, you're back. I wasn't expecting you to return after reading the tiresome blather that I've tried to pass off as "blogging". In the scum-topped swamp that is "blogging", I think I've dredged up a new level of crap.

Hey, that means I'm ready to write for the Sheaf!

(That one was for you, Sheaf-ists.)